A Normal Rivalry

It wasn’t hard to tell what Mommy was up to. At least, not for Payton… Not for The Prodigy. The difficulty came with trying to convince the other heroes about it.

“You’re being overly suspicious,” Quicksand told her. “Look what she did with Aphrodite!”

“Sure,” she agreed. “But don’t you think it’s weird that so many heroes that have worked with her have vanished? And her new sidekick…”

“We’ve all heard the conspiracy theories,” Solar Flare rolled the two orbs of fire that approximated where their eyes would have been, if they still had human form. “You don’t honestly believe them, do you? Tempest was a boy, and Baby Girl… Well, it’s in the name, isn’t it?”

Payton had to bite her tongue. She’d known the truth about the new Tempest from the moment they’d made their debut, but she’d chosen not to say anything to respect their privacy. Saying that now, however… That would only make it seem like she was pretending she’d known to make herself appear smarter.

Not that she needed any help with that, usually. The problem with your only power being hyper-intellect, though, was that it could be hard to prove, and, since it was less flashy than super strength, or being made of fire, or having the ability to liquify the ground beneath your enemies’ feet, even after you had, it was easy for your teammates to forget about it, to, perhaps, wonder why you were on the team.

“Besides,” The Piranha added, always more reasonable than her name would lead someone to think, “those missing heroes are why we need to team up with her… There’s something going on, and while I can’t imagine she’s responsible, she is at the center of it. So, if we’re working with her, maybe you can help solve it. If anyone can do it, you can.”

The Piranha was buttering her up, obviously… But it was working. “I mean, I could,” she shrugged, as meekly as she could manage. “Except, I already have, and it’s all her!”

They still wouldn’t listen; that was the curse of being so much smarter than everyone around you. Even when you were right, that didn’t mean you could make them understand. That was fine, though… She’d just have to take another approach.

It wasn’t difficult to track down her lair, despite how cagey she’d been about giving out the address before the team had made an official arrangement with her. Payton did her best to talk at least one of the others into joining her, but they all refused, telling her that they were afraid it would look like they didn’t trust Mommy if they showed up unannounced… Which, of course, Payton didn’t.

“Fine,” The Prodigy sniffed. “If anything happens to me, you know where I’m going, and you know who’s responsible.”

She marched right into the front door, staring down the nurses at the desk. “Do you have an appointment?” one asked.

The Prodigy reached into the pocket of her lab coat, finger on the button of one of her devices. She could tell straight away that these were robots, and, fortunately, she had a mini-EMP that would be able to take them out. If all of Mommy’s henchpeople were like that, she’d have no problem with this at all… So long as the battery didn’t wear out.

“No need for that,” Mommy swept in. “Hello, my dear, I’ve been expecting you… Right this way.”

“You… have?” The Prodigy frowned.

“Of course,” Mommy smiled. “I knew from the moment I approached your team that you wouldn’t dream of letting me on without examining my headquarters… It’s only fair! Right this way!”

She hadn’t anticipated this… It was what she wanted, however, and she had her EMP if Mommy sicced her robots on her… “All right,” she nodded. “Let’s see what you have.”

She saw Baby Girl first – she’d been there all along, in fact, hiding behind Mommy – and she gave a few shy, one-word answers when The Prodigy asked her if she was okay, if she liked being here, on their way to see Aphrodite, who was, indeed, every bit as babified as she’d appeared to be on television. There was no way she was secretly working with Mommy… Not that The Prodigy had really thought she was.

“And do you recognize her?” Mommy inquired at the next door.

“The Lioness,” The Prodigy blinked, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. One of the most infamous assassins in the world… Sitting here, in the middle of a nursery. She was dressed in a red onesie, playing with a plush lion, sucking away happily on a pacifier. “Is this where she’s been?!” She’d lost track of her months ago, had assumed that she’d finally been taken out.

“She has,” Mommy confirmed. “I didn’t want to advertise it, since she’s made an awful lot of shady enemies, and she’s in no condition to defend herself now.”

“Okay,” The Prodigy said, after stepping away from the nursery door. “Now, where are the others?”

A Normal Mission

“Wait,” Nyx frowned. “You mean THAT Mommy?”

The Leviathan nodded sadly, shaking his head. “We think so… We should have looked into her more before we invited her in, but after we saw what she did to Aphrodite… We assumed we could trust her. And then she let slip one of the other groups she worked for after that, and they’ve all vanished. In fact, everyone we can find any record of having worked with her fell off the map afterwards, in one way or another.”

Nyx frowned. “That is troubling,” she admitted. “I just wouldn’t expect that from someone with… that gimmick.” Of all the ways that someone could deal with a supervillain, Mommy’s methods did seem relatively innocent – or at least nonviolent – but certainly strange. “Can’t you just ask to tour her base?”

“We already accepted her,” The Leviathan shrugged. “And if we’re wrong, we don’t want to offend her… That’s why we need you. You’re the only one on the team she isn’t aware of.”

Of course she wasn’t; most of the team didn’t know about her. The Leviathan did, since he’d hired her, and a couple of his right hand men and women had been told in the past, when it was necessary. Nyx was a spy, however, and that required a level of secrecy that not every member could be trusted with.

“Okay,” she told him. “I’ll go take a look around.”

“Thank you,” he sighed. “I hate to do this, but… We need to know.”

“Of course,” she agreed. “Better safe than sorry.”

“And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this…” he began, the same way he did before every mission.

“I’ll be careful,” she finished for him. “And discrete. She’ll never know I was there.”

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That proved more difficult than Nyx had anticipated. Nyx did a few reconnaissance runs, checking out Mommy’s base from the outside, but it seemed very secure. There did appear to be plenty of people working there, however, so that was her way in.

She felt very silly, going on a job in a cute little pink skirt, and a puffy-sleeved button-up shirt, rather than her usual catsuit, however, she knew that would help her blend in more. It seemed to fit the aesthetic of the nurses who worked there fairly well, as did the hair extensions she had put in to lengthen her normally closely cropped hair. She always kept it just long enough so she could pull that trick, since, otherwise, she’d have been happy to keep it as short as possible.

She was glad she had in this case… As soon as she walked in, she could feel the nurses staring at her, judging her… She wasn’t sure a wig would have done the trick, and even clip-in extensions might have been too obvious if they were paying too much attention to her. The more permanent one she’d had applied were far more expensive, and had taken a long time to get applied, but they blended in perfectly, despite how odd it was to her to suddenly have hair almost all the way down her back.

“Hi!” she smiled cheerfully, the hair, at the very least, making it more easy for her to get into character as someone more girly, more chipper, than her real self. “I was just wondering if maybe I could get a job interview?”

The nurses looked at one another in confusion, which sent a shiver of worry down Nyx’s spine. Had she guessed wrong? Villains almost always had very high turnover rate with their henchpeople, so she’d assumed they’d always be looking for new recruits… Or maybe The Leviathan was wrong in the first place, and Mommy truly was the hero she claimed to be.

“Of course,” one of the nurses said after a moment. “Our boss is out for the moment, so you’ll have to wait, I’m afraid, unless you’d like to come back later.”

Nyx hid a grin; she’d waited until Mommy was gone to an emergency meeting she’d had The Leviathan call for the team for just this purpose. “I’d be happy to wait!” she offered, already having eyed the lobby, picked out the perfect seat to sit in where she could wait and watch the nurses, waiting for the perfect moment to slip back through the door into the rest of the facility, when they weren’t looking…

“We have a waiting room inside, in that case,” a nurse told her. “Come right this way.”

“Oh,” Nyx blinked, shocked at her good fortune. “Sure!” She followed the woman eagerly, letting herself be led to a small room. The nurse asked if she wanted anything to drink while she was waiting, and she shook her head. “I’m fine!” she exclaimed. “You’ve been a huge help already!”

The last thing she wanted was to give any of the nurses a reason to return to the room. It was perfect here, past their reception desk… All she had to do was wait for this nurse to leave, and she could sneak out and have free reign!

“I’m afraid I will have to confiscate your purse, however,” the nurse said.

Nyx shifted in place, resisting the urge to react. How had she known what was in there?! Had she passed through a scanner on her way here, coming in the front door, or past the reception desk? Was there one in this room? If that was the case, where was the nurse seeing the results? Or was she guessing that Nyx could have something hidden in there? She did, of course, plenty of disguised spy equipment, along with a knife so she could cut her hair quickly if she needed, to give herself a secondary disguise once she was this far, if it came to that, if she thought she was going to be caught and didn’t want them to recognize her as the woman who had shown up asking for an interview…

“Is that really necessary?” Nyx asked. “Th-There’s not a lot to do here, so I was gonna play on my phone, or…”

“It is,” the nurse replied. “You’ll get it back after the interview.”

She probably could have gotten the knife out before the nurse could react, but she had no idea if Mommy was evil or not at this point, or if the nurse had anything to do with that, so she didn’t want to kill her, and taking her hostage would potentially cause a huge scene… “Okay,” she handed the purse over reluctantly. She could still take a look around, without planting any bugs, or hidden cameras…

That did mean, though, that she needed another disguise while she investigated. If possible, she wanted to be able to do what she needed to do, then go back to the waiting room as if nothing had happened. Obviously, cutting her hair would have made that difficult anyway, but it was always meant to be a last resort… And, at the time, she’d assumed she would be able to keep her things. She could have left at any point then, rather than having to decide between doing that and abandoning her purse, hoping nobody was able to trace anything in it back to her real identity, or having to wait for her interview so she could get it returned to her. She did want to at least change her outfit, however… And, while she might not have been happy about what it was, the first room she made her way into, after sliding out of the waiting room, provided her with something very, very different to wear…

In Like A Lion

The Lioness strutted down the halls, feeling every eye turning towards her, as usual. She wondered idly if the top of her thong was peeking out from her shorts again… A part of her wanted to reach back and make sure it was, to give them all something else to gawk at. She wiggled her hips seductively, grinning to herself.

There was a chance, of course, that they were staring, instead, at what she was dragging behind herself, at the evidence of another successful job. She was called The Lioness for a reason; she always got her prey. She didn’t normally bring her kill back with her – not all of it, anyway – but in this case, it had felt appropriate.

She could hear the signature click of her heels echoing down the hallway around her, telling everyone she was coming. Red seemed like an unlikely color for an assassin, for someone who didn’t want to draw attention to herself… It was her favorite, however. And she was good enough that she didn’t care if she was seen or not… In fact, she enjoyed it when her victims knew she was coming, when they saw her in her red crop top, her red booty shorts, her red leather thigh-high boots…

The big boss of the organization had one of his usual bimbos waiting outside his office, pretending to be a secretary, though everyone knew he hired them for their looks more than any organizational skills. It was, perhaps, silly of her to think of them that way, when she was almost always wearing less clothes than them… Almost invariably, despite that, they were showing more cleavage… And had far more of it to show in the first place. Was it jealousy on her part? Maybe… But, as evidenced by all the stares she’d gotten on her way here, even more than normal, it was clear she didn’t need giant boobs like they did to be sexy.

“Wh-What is..?” the secretary frowned, looking The Lioness up and down in confusion.

“I don’t need an appointment,” The Lioness smirked. “He’s going to want to see me.”

“I-I’m not…” the other woman stammered, while The Lioness pushed past her, shoving open the boss’s office door, letting it stay open so everyone could see this.

“All done,” The Lioness declared, tossing the body onto the boss’s floor. “I told you she’d be no match for me.”

The boss’s brow furrowed, eyes darting from the body to the assassin. “What is..?”

“I told you,” she rolled her eyes, squatting down, hands on her knees. “I know what I’m doing, and I can handle a little hypnosis…”

“I’m not…” the boss began to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of grunting.

The Lioness was confused at first, unsure of where it was coming from, if his stupid secretary was attempting to move something too heavy for her – which was probably just about anything, honestly, from the look of her – until she felt it. Until she noticed something warm and squishy and mushy slowly spreading around her bottom…

“W-Wait…” she groaned, feeling the fullness in her tummy now, feeling herself pushing, making the pile of muck grow, forming a lump in the seat of her pants, in perfect view of the bimbo behind her.

But what was she asking him to wait for? She couldn’t quite remember… Her brain was growing fuzzier the longer it went on, the more she strained, the heavier her shorts felt… Her hands clenched into fists on her knees, and rather than brushing against the leather of her boots, a soft material bunched up in them. Sweating, she glanced down, seeing a pair of long, fluffy socks on her legs, an animal’s face on top of each… An animal that was certainly not a lion. It was closer to a sheep, maybe, something soft and sweet and innocent… And beneath those, she saw a pair of red, patent leather Mary Janes, not the tall, stiletto heels of her boots.

She’d heard them out in the hallway, though! She’d heard the sound she was making, that everyone knew her by! Except… Thinking about it now, it hadn’t been the usual clicking… It had been more of a crinkle…

Her mouth went dry as her eyes moved back up her legs, stopping at the sight of something white and fluffy between her legs… Something that she had been obliviously filling, right in front of her boss, and his bimbo. She whimpered, trying to stop it, but she’d already forgotten all about how to do that, how to keep from pooping her pants like a stupid little baby…

Her eyes drifted across the floor, to where she’d tossed the body of Mommy, the woman who had been coming after villains lately, who she had been hired to take down… Except, it wasn’t Mommy at all. It was the nice, big teddy bear Mommy had given her after finding her in that ridiculous grown-up outfit and helping her realize how absurd it was for her to be wearing it, after she’d taped her into a thick, bulky diaper, where she belonged…

“I need you to deliver a little message for me, sweetie,” Mommy had told her, “so your little group never even thinks about doing anything like this again. Can you do that?”

“Uh-huh, Mommy!” The Lioness had nodded eagerly, “Whatever you say, Mommy!” She grinned up at the woman, sucking on her thumb. “Umm… What do I hafta say?”

Mommy had chuckled, reaching down, wiping a line of drool from the girl’s chin. “Don’t worry about that, sweetie… One look at you, and I’m pretty sure they’ll get it.”

The Lioness had pouted, stomping her foot. “Aww… But I can ‘member stuff real good, Mommy! I promise!”

“Really?” Mommy had raised her eyebrow. “Can you remember your ABCs for me, sweetheart?”

“Umm…” The Lioness had fidgeted, staring down at her feet. She could remember the first few! Of course, Mommy had just said them, in asking her question… And already, a second later, the order was getting murky again…

“Can you remember when to go to the potty?”

The Lioness had giggled. “That’s silly! Why would I ever need to go there when I have my diapies?”

“What a good point!” Mommy had beamed. “You’re even more clever than I thought, my little lion cub. I’m sure you’d be very good at remembering a message… But I really don’t think you’re going to need to.”

And Mommy, of course, was right. The lion cub probably could have recalled a message, if that was what her Mommy wanted from her, but that would have been just about all that was left in her head after she finished filling her diaper. Sucking her thumb, she toddled over to the huge teddy bear and plopped down onto it, giggling as she felt her mess squish beneath her, and as she started to wiggle and squirmed, realizing how good that made her feel and doing it some more, mindlessly humping away.

She had no idea, but she had, indeed, delivered her notice to her boss… After seeing what had become of her, his top assassin, after sending her off with his secretary to be given a diaper change, and put down for a nap, he had no desire to tangle with Mommy again. All he could do was hope, and pray, that, if he stayed out of her territory, she’d leave his organization alone… Because, otherwise, they were no match for her.

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The Hard Way

“Excuse me?” Power Girl called out as she came in for a landing, frowning as she saw that, indeed, her information had been correct. “Who exactly do you think you are?”

It was, she felt, a totally fair question. Thanks to the multiverse, and all the ensuing shenanigans that could cause, she couldn’t automatically assume that this was anything sinister… Her instincts, however, were screaming that something was off, and the scene in front of her was certainly uncanny.

The imposter turned, its motions strange somehow, not quite natural, in a way that put Kara on edge. It didn’t prove that they were evil, or even had ill intentions… But it did put her on guard. “Who are you?” she demanded, more forcefully.

Not a word came out of the imposter’s mouth. There was a chance that it was her from a different universe, here to warn her of something, or ask for her help… She didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. The longer she stared, though, the less likely that sounded. Why wouldn’t the imposter have spoken up by now? Why was she just standing there, staring?

And why did it look the way it did? It was a good copy, for the most part, which was one reason for Kara wanting to give her benefit of the doubt, but it wasn’t perfect… For one thing, the hair wasn’t the right color at all, brown instead of blonde. That was something that could be changed easily, obviously, and that on its own wasn’t enough to prove anything… That, combined with the weird way that the imposter moved, its silence, however, did make her almost positive that this wasn’t a friendly visit.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Kara stepped closer. “Who are you, really?”

Suddenly, the imposter’s body jerked forward, throwing a punch straight at Power Girl’s face. Kara stepped back, avoiding it without a problem, even managing to get in a pose, hands on her hips as she gave the imposter a coy smile. “That’s not a very nice way to introduce yourself,” she said. “All I want to know is your name.”

The imposter shook its head, ever so slightly, its lips moving in an unnerving manner; after that first attack, Kara wasn’t going to fall for that, wasn’t about to move closer to see if she could work out what – if anything – it was trying to say. It was probably a trick, something that seemed more plausible the longer this encounter went on.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” Power Girl declared. “You can tell me what you’re doing here, you can leave… Or we can do things the hard way. It’s up to you.”

The imposter lunged at her again, flailing wildly. It was almost laughable to call it an attack, but the intentions were very clear. “All right, then,” Kara shrugged, clenching her fists. “The hard way it is.”

Kara was surprised as the next swing came, much harder and faster. “Oh, are you done playing around now?” she raised an eyebrow. “Trying to lull me into a false sense of security, huh? Well, fine… I guess I won’t play anymore, either.”

There was definitely still some awkwardness in the imposter’s movements, but it was almost like it was getting used to its shape, growing more familiar with how to use it. Was it a shapeshifter, borrowing her form for some nefarious purpose? The precursor to an invasion of body snatchers? She wished she knew, to give herself more of an idea of what to prepare for… If it wasn’t going to talk to her, however, there wasn’t a lot she could do, other than beat it and hope it would be more receptive to her questions then.

Or more receptive to someone’s questions… She had other things to take care of, so she’d be more than happy to drop the imposter off the person who had tipped her off. She’d requested Power Girl drop off whatever she found at her headquarters, if she turned out to be right, and she was surely more equipped for extracting information than Kara.

Could it be copying her as it watched her fight? Learning her moves? The thought made her uncomfortable, made the possibility that this was a part of something bigger feel more real… If she didn’t win, if she let this thing get away, then who knew what would happen? It could keep traveling around, battling other superheroes, copying their techniques until it was unstoppable…

That made her all the more determined to win, using all of her Kryptonian strength, especially once she realized that the imposter could take it, that whoever, or whatever, it was was shockingly resilient. Thankfully, it didn’t appear to be able to fly – though she did see it try a time or two, after she’d done it, appearing to hover in the air for a moment or two before its feet returned to the ground.

In the end, while it did take much longer than Kara anticipated, and wore her out more than she would have expected, thanks to how hard a task it was to put the imposter down, and convince it to stay there, she did win, carrying her defeated foe back to her informant. “Be careful,” she warned. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“She looks pretty tough,” her informant said. “I mean… She look like you, so…” Kara chuckled, not above letting herself enjoy a little flattery, especially after that victory. “Point taken, though. Good work.”

Kara nodded, flying off to continue her patrol. It might have been a bit reckless, not giving herself time to rest, but it was unlikely that she would be up against another battle like that today, and the people of the city needed her. Foiling a robbery or stopping a mugging would be child’s play compared to what she’d already done, even if it was a hair more difficult while she was so tired.

She didn’t expect to hear anything back about the imposter for a while, potentially a few days; to her surprise, her informant contacted her later that day, asked her to meet back at the same place where she’d had the fight.

Power Girl returned to the park, even more stunned by what she was when her informant arrived. “Wait,” she couldn’t help smirking. “Is that her?”

A Normal Costume

“I know who you are.”

The words probably should have sounded menacing, though Tamara couldn’t help but feel excited by them. “Really?” she smiled, spinning around, keeping her phone as steady as she could, then self-consciously adjusting the skirt of her costume as she got a few wolf whistles to remind her of just how short it was. “Are you a fan of my channel, or…?”

The woman standing behind her didn’t look like who she imagined her viewers to be…. She knew there were some adults who tuned in, but her analytics told her it was mostly kids; this person was around her age, maybe a bit older. And, honestly, she knew it was silly, as few as she had, to expect any of them to show up here at all. She hadn’t even announced she would be here, certain if she’d tried to set up some sort of meet-up she’d only end up disappointed, so it would be quite the coincidence.

“Oh, sorry,” Tamara blushed. “Did you mean this?” she gestured at her costume. After spending so long making it, and then seemingly just as long editing the video about how she’d done it for her channel, she was glad she wasn’t totally unrecognizable, even from the back, before she’d turned around and let the woman see the emblem on her chest. She’d been to cons before, without cosplaying, but with how close this one was to Halloween, it felt like the perfect opportunity to give it a try… Then, as long as the costume wasn’t so awful that she got laughed out of the building, she could wear it while she passed out candy, too. “Thanks! I really…”

“Silence,” the woman ordered, sending a shiver up Tamara’s spine. She sounded like she was in-character as a villain of some kind – and killing it – but, try as she might, she couldn’t place who that would be. She was dressed pretty normally, in a nice, floral-print dress, without so much as a hint that there was anything evil lurking below the surface.

“I’m sorry,” Tamara said again, hating that she was starting things off with so many apologies. All she’d wanted to do for the moment was shoot the introduction for her video, then go inside and get the lay of the land here at the convention before deciding what else she was going to try to film. There was a cosplay contest, and she knew that could provide a lot of content, but… There was no way she’d win with the first serious costume she’d ever made, right? “I’d love to play along, I just…”

“Such a helpful little girl you are,” the woman smirked, reaching into her purse. A second later, the recording app on her phone vanished, replaced with a strange, swirling pattern… One that, try as she might, Tamara couldn’t look away from, not until… “Uh-oh!” the woman cooed. “What happened?”

Tamara felt dazed, confused, not knowing what was going on… And then she followed the woman’s gaze, glancing down at her legs. All at once, as she saw the yellow streams trickling down her thighs, she noticed the warmth there, and soaking into her panties… And realized her phone was taking video again, getting a perfect shot of her peeing herself.

“Wh-What?” she gasped, shaking her head. “I-I don’t… I-I…” She couldn’t even recall the last time she’d had an accident like this! And that definitely hadn’t happened in public, surrounded by other con-goers streaming past her towards the entrance. She whimpered, pressing her thighs together, not knowing how she was going to handle this. She could still make a normal con video, without the cosplay… Except, she hadn’t bothered to bring a change of clothes, so what was she going to wear?!

“Don’t worry,” the woman said, as if reading her mind. “I’d be happy to help, sweetie.”

She knelt down, taking something out of her purse, spreading it out on the ground, giving it a pat. Tamara thought it was just a small, pink blanket until the impact, and the light crinkling noise it made. “Sit down right here,” she ordered, Tamara’s body obeying without a second thought. “I’ll take this,” the woman plucked the phone out of Tamara’s hands, Tamara opening her mouth in protest, though no words managed to escape. “This is a good idea, I have to say,” she patted Tamara on the head. “Let’s see… You.”

She picked a random guy out of the crowd with that last word, her tone stern and commanding. He turned uncertainly. “Yes, you… Come help me with this, please.”

“Uh… Sure,” he shrugged. “What is…?” he looked down at Tamara, who blushed, squirming on what she was almost positive was a changing pad, tugging at her skirt. “I-I don’t really know anything about…”

“Just hold the camera,” the woman snapped, the guy nodding, clearly intimidated by the authority dripping from her voice, despite how unassuming she was physically, how normal she appeared to be. “As for you, little one… I have the perfect thing for you…”

Tamara’s eyes widened as the woman took something else out of her purse… Something much thicker and bulkier than the changing pad. The man holding the camera snickered, as if what was about to happen to her was funny. “N-No,” Tamara shook her head. “I-I didn’t mean it… I-I don’t usually…”

“I’m sure you didn’t, Kara,” the woman knelt down, wielding the last word like a dagger, as if she thought that Tamara would be impressed, or scared, by the fact that she knew Supergirl’s secret identity. “But things are about to change for you… Starting with your panties.” She flipped up Tamara’s skirt, exposing her soaked underwear, the guy chuckling again, a little more lasciviously. “You’re not going to be wearing these anymore… Ever again.”

“N-No!” Tamara whimpered, staring at the other object that had come from the woman’s purse in fear, the implications clear. “Y-You can’t!”

“I can’t, huh?” the woman grinned. “We’ll see about that.” She slid the wet undies down Tamara’s wiggling thighs, off her feet, dangling them in front of the mortified girl. “Do you want these in your mouth?” Tamara shook her head. “Then put your thumb in there instead, and don’t make a sound until I tell you that you can… Or that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

The man with Tamara’s phone wasn’t finding this quite as amusing anymore, while Tamara anxiously slid her thumb between her lips and felt herself begin to suck automatically. “A-Are you sure this is…?” he glanced around, nervous that they were going to be caught, and he’d be blamed for what was happening.

“Shut up, or you’re next,” the woman threatened, unfolding the large, cloth bundle she’d taken from her purse, sliding it under Tamara’s backside. “Don’t worry,” she tapped Tamara on the nose, “I’ll use plenty of powder… I don’t want you getting too much of a rash.” Tamara groaned helplessly as the woman did as she promised, then pulled what there was now no questioning was a diaper up between her legs, pinning it in place, finishing it off with a pair of ruffle-bottomed plastic pants.

Or… Tamara thought that was the finish. “How adorable,” the woman smirked. “But this just doesn’t go with the rest of your outfit, does it?” she tugged at Tamara’s costume shirt. “Don’t worry… Mommy will fix that for you, too.”

After being diapered out there on the sidewalk, sucking her thumb, it almost didn’t register to Tamara when her top was stripped off, replaced with a lacy, pink and white mockery of itself, leaving her looking not like a young woman cosplaying as one of her favorite heroes, but a toddler who was playing dress-up. She whimpered, tugging at the plastic pants, listening to them rustle.

“Aww, are they too hot?” the woman teased, Tamara nodding – they were very different from the skimpy skirt and underwear she’d been wearing mere minutes earlier. “Well, too bad. You’d better get used to it. When I’m done with you, you won’t remember a time when you were allowed to wear anything thinner than that, or how to use the bathroom in anything except your diapers… Much less that you used to be one of the most powerful superheroes in this dimension.”

Tamara shook her head, trying to tell the woman that she was wrong, that of course Tamara didn’t have powers, that she wasn’t Supergirl… Supergirl was just a fictional character! But the woman took it as her futilely protesting her fate. “There’s nothing you can do about it now,” the woman pulled Tamara to her feet, the girl struggling to get used to the extra bulk between her thighs. “You’re already mine.” She stuffed the changing pad and baby powder back into her purse, leaving Tamara’s costume crumpled on the ground, beside her sodden panties. “Make sure that video is seen by as many people as possible,” she ordered the guy with Tamara’s phone.

For a moment, Tamara thought he would take pity on her, and get her some help, or at the very least not show what had happened to her to anyone else… Then she the woman’s hand move in her purse, saw his eyes glaze over the way she was certain hers had before her accident. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered, and Tamara tried not to think about how, with her phone, he had access to her channel…

“Come along, Kara,” the woman took her by the hand, leading her against the flow of traffic, the girl meekly sucking her thumb and staring at her feet as she saw the people heading inside snickering and whispering about her, until they got to a private spot for the woman to open up a portal, pulling Tamara inside, and to her new life.

It didn’t take Mommy much time, back in her own dimension, to realize her mistake, to see that her calculations had been off, and she’d gone to the wrong place, that ‘Kara’ wasn’t just playing pretend when she insisted she didn’t have any powers. By then, of course, it was already far too late for the girl. All things considered, it was almost impressive how long she’d lasted… Longer than some of the actual heroes had. Not that it had done her any good, in the end.

“Well,” Mommy shrugged, looking at the precious girl, rolling around on her back, sucking her thumb, sippy cup in hand, without a care in the world. “You wanted to be a hero… This is what happens to them when they face Mommy.”

Tamara burbled behind her thumb as Mommy patted her on the head. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure to introduce you to the real Supergirl once she’s ready. I have some plans for her… And by the time I’m done, she’ll be just as ‘powerful’ as you. You’ll practically be twins! Won’t that be nice? Maybe, when I’ve had my fun, I’ll make the two of you think that’s what you are… Mommy’s little twins. One who used to be Supergirl, and one who was in the wrong costume at the wrong time. And not even you two will be able to tell which was which… Would you like that?”

Tamara didn’t understand what Mommy was saying, however, she nodded anyway. She could tell that was what Mommy wanted, and if Mommy was happy, so was she. “Good girl,” Mommy smiled. “Just give me a week or two, and she’ll be ready to meet her new sister. But first, I think you’d better go take a nap, so Mommy can catch her first. It might not be quite as easy as it was with you… I don’t think it’s going to be a problem, though. It never is.” It was almost like they knew they belonged here, in her nursery, toddling around in diapers, helplessly filling them… She wasn’t going to rest until that was where they all were. And, if this went well, and she really was able to bring in heroes from other dimensions, too… Well, it might be time to start thinking about expanding her nursery, just like ‘Kara’s’ diaper was expanding as the girl obliviously drank from her sippy cup.

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A Normal Halloween

Mommy smiled softly as she watched her baby toddle over to the bookshelf, ruffles on the seat of her plastic pants rustling softly as she moved. “Where are you going, sweetie?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Umm…” the young woman turned back, an almost dazed, empty look in her eyes, so different from the defiant glare she’d been giving her Mommy only a few days ago.

“You’re ready to trick or treat, aren’t you?” Mommy bent down. “You remember what trick or treating is, don’t you?”

The girl sucked on her thumb, the gears in her mind slowly, laboriously, turning. “Umm… Candy?”

“Very good!” Mommy grinned, giving her a big hug, unable to resist patting the baby’s diaper. It was no surprise to find the padding soggy already, despite Mommy having just changed her, getting her ready to go out. If she had any memory of how to control her bladder, she’d shown no will to use it for quite a while now, relatively speaking, considering how short a time she’d been in Mommy’s clutches. “That’s right! And you are going to get so much of it, as adorable as you are…”

“Yay!” she bounced in place, clapping her hands.

“Now,” Mommy brushed a strand of hair out of the girl’s face, “you do know you aren’t going to be allowed all your candy right away, right? I don’t want to see any tantrums about that, or you’re getting a time-out, do you understand?”

The girl pouted, but she nodded her head. “Yes, Mommy,” she mumbled.

“Don’t look so sad!” Mommy reached out, giving the baby’s exposed tummy a tickle, the shirt she was in stopping short of her belly button, much less the waistband of her diaper, which was no doubt getting soggier now. Mommy’s smile widened as she looked down at the shirt, at the mockery she’d made of the young woman… “Do you remember what you are?” she asked, finger moving upwards, tracing the girl’s emblem, emblazoned on the front of her shirt, surrounded by enough pink and lace to take away any power it might once have had.

The question could have been taken in more than one way, but if the girl was even aware of that, she showed no signs of it. She stared down at the shirt, having no choice other than to see the diaper bulging beneath it, too. “I’m a… a superhero!” she declared proudly.

“You sure are!” Mommy beamed. “What kind of superhero are you?” The girl looked up at her blankly. “What kind of superpowers do you have, sweetie?” she clarified.

“Umm, I can…” the girl thought about it, but she couldn’t so much as name any possibilities.

“Can you use your diapers at the speed of sound?” Mommy teased, launching into another tickle, the girl squealing in response. “Are you so cute nobody can resist you?”

“Y-Yes, Mommy!” the girl giggled. “Those are my powers!”

“Such a fearsome superhero,” Mommy winked. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

The girl gazed up at her, wide-eyed. “You’d never do that, Mommy,” she said.

“Well,” Mommy kissed her on the forehead, “we’ll see.”

A Normal Sidekick

Dakota had kept a lot of secrets in her time; she considered herself practically an expert at it by now. The way Mommy was acting now was definitely not something Dakota would have done if she were trying to keep something hidden, which was almost enough to make her question if she had been acting silly, if she should have just accepted this woman, the way the rest of the team had.

Honestly, what business had she had in questioning her in the first place? As far as anyone on her team knew, she was a teenager, some kid who had gotten the job solely because her – or, in their minds, his – father had been the first Tempest, serving alongside the first Gale. They were both gone now… One of Dakota’s biggest regrets was keeping her powers a secret from her dad once she’d realized she had them, not knowing whether she wanted to follow in his footsteps or not until it was too late to let him know.

Maybe that was why she’d decided to craft another secret for herself to keep… Once the new Gale showed up, it had felt right for her to take up her place beside her, the way she knew her dad would have wanted her to, the way he would have if he were still alive. The new Gale was a woman, so she easily could have gone to her as herself, and it would have seemed right… But, whether it was as a tribute to her father, or her own fear of having her secret identity discovered, she’d, instead, posed as a teenaged boy, pulling her hair into a ponytail, binding her chest – not that there was that much to hide there – and wearing her father’s old costume to prove her connection.

She’d learned about her speed power a while ago, and there had definitely been some times when they’d come in handy, she had never trained, and never understood how her dad and his hero had been able to use them to fight as much evil as he had always claimed. It had been nice, pretending she’d just gotten them, that she was a dumb kid who Gale could teach things to, and not be expected to have spent the past few years developing them. And she didn’t mind pretending to be a boy, either… She’d always been a bit of a tomboy, so it came fairly natural to her.

There were certainly times when her deception hadn’t been so pleasant, however… Despite her assumed age, since the original Tempest had been the leader of the two, and Gale the sidekick, it was decided that they ought to be the same now. Gale had accepted it, even though Dakota got the idea that the woman was humoring her, totally unaware that, in reality, they were almost the same age, basically equals. Every time the team turned to Dakota instead of Gale for her opinion, she worried her sidekick would grow to resent her for it…

When Mommy had shown up, wanting to join the team, after her broadcast of a defeated and infantalized Aphrodite that New Year’s, Gale had been the only one to vote no. If any of the heroes had done that, they would have discussed it, taken it seriously… Since it was a sidekick, even one who had been around longer than Tempest, they’d ignored her.

“Don’t worry,” Wildfire, the team’s leader, had teased, “we’ll make sure you don’t get stuck with the babysitting… You being afraid of changing a dirty diaper isn’t enough reason to turn her down.”

“For all you know, I have kids,” Gale had countered. “What do you think, Tempest?”

“She’s a little weird, maybe,” Dakota admitted. She hadn’t given it a second thought, though… When she saw the look that Gale was giving her, she decided to back her up anyway. “You know what? I change my vote.”

It hadn’t been enough to make a difference. Dakota had been horrified when Wildfire had told Mommy that she’d been the one to vote against her, but that they’d decided to accept her anyway. “I appreciate that,” Mommy had said, “I’d hate to have anyone uncomfortable with my presence, though… What is it that you’re uncertain about, Tempest? I’d be happy to help put those fears behind you…”

Dakota had looked to Gale, hoping for help with an answer. “I dunno,” she’d shrugged finally.

“That was quite the show I put on at New Year’s,” Mommy had smiled, chuckled. “Was it too… theatrical for you? Do you think I might be working with Aphrodite, trying to trick all of you?”

The thought hadn’t crossed Dakota’s mind… Until Mommy brought it up. It was possible that had been nagging at the back of her mind… As soon as Mommy said it, however, despite that being the origin, Dakota couldn’t help feeling that meant it wasn’t likely, or why would she have brought it up, when nobody else had? The best she could come up with for an answer was, “Maybe?”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” Mommy had told her. “I’ll tell you what… Why don’t you come visit her, and I can show you that it was all real? Will that put your mind at ease?”

Dakota had shuddered, recalling what had become of the formerly formidable villain… But she’d nodded anyway. “Okay,” she’d said. “I think that would do it.”

Mommy’s smile had widened, in a way that Dakota had done her best not to read too much into, as difficult as that was to do. “Perfect,” she’d purred. “I’d be happy to give you a tour anytime…”

A Normal New Year

“Well, go on,” Mommy urged. “You know you need your milk to help you grow up big and strong!”

Aphrodite glared at the woman, infuriated. “Just you wait!” she warned. “You’re going to regret this!”

“Of course, sweetie,” Mommy smiled condescendingly, as if she didn’t even understand what was being said…. Or she simply didn’t see Aphrodite as a threat.

That was more likely, really, because, apparently… She wasn’t. Aphrodite looked down at herself, at the bright, cute onesie she’d been snapped into, with its sleepy bears and smiling moons, and the diaper peeking out of the legholes, a far cry from her usual costume, a testament to how very far she’d fallen.

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It was supposed to be a team-up, one that was mostly charity on Aphrodite’s part, if she was being honest… But it was close to Christmas, so she was feeling generous. She didn’t need any help, and, if she did, it was simple enough to get some temporarily. In the rare cases she wanted something more permanent, there were definitely stronger villains she could turn to.

She wasn’t entirely sure what it was that Mommy did – and what kind of a name for a supervillain was that, anyway? – despite the pictures she’d shown her of heroes, dressed like babies, in her nursery. Was it mind control? Or something more?

Aphrodite was quite familiar with mind control… All it took was one look at her, in her skimpy costume, and people would fall in love with her, do whatever she said. She’d never thought to try this with any of her victims, but she was confident it would work. So, if that was what this Mommy was doing… Well, maybe she hadn’t agreed to it completely out of the goodness of her heart. She also wanted to make certain her territory wasn’t being horned in on.

It just felt like such a narrow focus… Aphrodite used her powers to convince people to do all sorts of things for her; was Mommy truly satisfied getting heroes into diapers? It would be a lie to pretend she hadn’t been amused by the photos, and that she didn’t appreciate how humiliating and degrading it must be for them, but how far could she really take that?

Then again, the video she’d sent to Aphrodite was quite convincing… The Valkyrie had, indeed, vanished, and it certainly seemed like the person in the video was her. If this Mommy was able to take down her… Well, there wouldn’t be many people she couldn’t defeat.

Aphrodite didn’t bother bringing in any henchmen. She didn’t keep any around on a permanent basis, anyway… It was so much more fun to create them at wherever she was going, forcing the people guarding the diamond she wanted, or who used to live in the penthouse she now resided in, to give her what she desired, or become her maid and butler… And, if Mommy had anything nefarious planned, it would be so much better to turn her own henchmen against her.

It looked more like a doctor’s office than a lair, only confirming, in her mind, how low-rent this whole thing was. She strutted in, finding a pair of nurses at the front desk, who seemed confused to see her, coming in out of the cold, clad it what amounted to a few strips of leather, leaving the majority of her skin on display. Had their boss not warned them? Or did they not work for her? Was Mommy just based out of the back of this place, but didn’t run the whole thing?

“I’m afraid you can’t come in here dressed like that,” one of them told her.

“Oh, can’t I?” Aphrodite grinned, pushing a button hidden in the leather strap wound around the palm of her hand, releasing the artificial pheromones she’d developed herself. The hardest part had been hiding the dispensers in what little costume she wore, though that was also necessary, ensuring that, once the chemicals hit, she’d be the first thing their eyes were drawn to.

And she definitely should be, here. The only alternatives were the other nurses, and their outfits looked pretty normal, something they surely saw every day… However, that didn’t seem to matter. “No,” the nurse said, seemingly completely unaffected. “You can’t. If you have business here, we can find something else for you to change into, but I’m afraid I can’t let you in here in that.”

“Yes, you can!” Aphrodite pushed the button again, watching the nurses walk out from behind the counter. “You can let me do whatever I want!”

“No,” the other nurse smiled, reaching out for her, “I’m afraid we can’t do that, either.”

A Normal Rescue

It was supposed to be a simple rescue operation, nothing more. Clarke was one of the few superheroes powerful enough to stand on her own, not to need some team to fight with, or to raise her brand awareness – from what she understood, in a lot of cases, it was more the latter that motivated heroes nowadays. She stood alone, as The Valkyrie, able to fly, to punch through buildings, to shoot beams from her eyes that could melt most Earth metals… Whatever was going on, whoever this new villain was, Clarke knew she was overkill, but she could see why she’d been hired anyway; if the group went to another team, they’d be admitting that they were too weak on their own, that whoever they turned to was better, more capable. Going to The Valkyrie didn’t have that stigma, since that was just common knowledge.

The two heroes that had vanished were fairly new, too, and Clarke had felt bad for them. Their team was playing coy about what, exactly, had happened to them, why their other members didn’t feel equipped to handle it on their own, but Clarke was always happy to see other women joining the fight, and to lose them so soon would have been a tragedy. It was her responsibility to do this, to save them from whoever, or whatever, had defeated them, and get them back on patrol.

As powerful as she was, it was hard to judge how difficult something would be for another hero, so, while it seemed quite easy to fight her way through the robotic nurses guarding the pair, Clarke did her best not to judge them, to wonder why they couldn’t have gotten out on their own… Or simply avoided capture in the first place.

It was much harder to withhold judgement once she found the room where they were being held, however, kicking open the door to reveal the two superheroes sitting and playing with blocks as they sucked away on oversized pacifiers, wearing nothing more than hugely thick, disposable diapers… The one on the smaller one, the girl Clarke had been told was the Scarlet Sage, supposedly a genius, looking rather lumpy, a light brown stain forming on the backside.

Even The Valkyrie was taken aback by that, unsure of how to react, or what to say. There were plenty of villains who wanted to not just defeat the heroes who came after them, but humiliate them… This was a whole other level, though, far beyond anything she had ever seen. “A-Are you two… okay?” she asked hesitantly.

And that was when the Scarlet Sage opened her mouth, wailed out, “Mommy!”

“Don’t worry, dear,” the woman said calmly, Clarke barely suppressing a jump of surprise, somehow, despite her super-hearing, not having heard her approach from behind. She looked quite unassuming, a young woman in a simple, flowery dress, but Clarke knew that appearances could be deceiving. “Mommy’s here. I won’t let the bad lady hurt you.”

“I don’t know what you did to them,” The Valkyrie declared, “but I’m not going to let you get away with it.”

The woman smirked, cocked her head. “You’re not? Well, I’d certainly like to see you try.”

Clarke didn’t wanted to kill the woman, or hurt her too badly, and she had no idea if she had any damage resistance, so she pulled her punch… Not that it mattered, since it never made contact. The woman gave a simple clap of her hands, and suddenly, the room was inundated with music, pounding especially loud in Clarke’s ears, stopping her in her tracks. Instantly, she could tell something was wrong with it, her vision beginning to soften, her head spinning.

“It’s wonderful to see you, Clarkie,” the woman smirked. “I think you’re going to fit right in. Don’t worry about your pesky powers… My hypnosis is taking care of them as we speak. Before long – maybe already – you’re going to be as weak as a newborn baby.”

How did she known her name?! The Valkyrie whimpered, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to shake the effects of the music off, knowing, as sensitive as her hearing was, there was no use trying to cover her ears. Desperately, she swung again, but the woman didn’t flinch, a sight Clarke wasn’t used to seeing, even from her toughest foes. Was she right? Was this hypnosis truly powerful enough to make her that confident she could survive a strike from The Valkyrie?

It was certainly enough to make Clarke doubt herself, for a moment, as the woman reached up and caught her fist. “Here,” she said gently. “Let’s get you properly dressed…”

Clarke gulped, looking at the other two heroes worriedly, slowly realizing she was about to become one of them. “B-But…” Her eyes widened as she was led towards the changing table, bringing that terrifying thought closer and closer to reality. “Wh-Who are you?!” she demanded.

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman grinned, “you can just call me Mommy.”

A Normal Night – Part 2

Bonnie growled helplessly behind her pacifier, squirming and tugging helplessly on her bonds, refusing to believe this was happening, no matter how long she’d been stuck there. She was The Crimson Comet after all, one of the strongest humans… Well, on the team, anyway.

So many heroes had strength as one of their powers. She hadn’t tested herself against all of them, to see if she was truly the strongest of them all. She hoped so; it seemed like most of the other heroes had other powers, too, that they could do something else on top of being strong. She wouldn’t say she was jealous, exactly… Just that, if all she had was strength, then she thought she ought to be the strongest.

Not that it had done her any good the night before. If she hadn’t been so busy trying to free herself, she’d probably be freaking out over that, at how utterly powerless she’d felt, for the first time in a long time… Since she’d gotten her powers, most likely.

She’d noticed it first, which was the strangest part of it all. Lynn was so observant, usually, able to spot the tiniest change, map out what implications that could have in her mind almost instantly. So, when Bonnie frowned and said, “Did you switch the music?” and the other woman asked what she was talking about, Bonnie had assumed she was mistaken.

But this wasn’t the kind of thing either of them listened to… Lynn didn’t look like she minded, bobbing her head happily as they sat in Bonnie’s crappy old car, watching. The team had sprung for a holographic camouflage projector to make it look like the car was empty during the stake-out, so they could stay in their costumes, rather than finding somewhere to change when – or if – anything happened, and change the look of the car so it couldn’t be traced back to its real owner. If this tip paid off, and they uncovered some particularly nefarious plot, perhaps the team would get them a new vehicle, one only for superhero business, one that had been made in the past fifteen years, with a working air conditioner, preferably.

“Are you sure?” Bonnie tried again. “I don’t recognize this… Hey, what are you doing?!”

She’d barely had time to process what she’d seen, to say something. Lynn had turned, deliberately pressing the button to unlock the doors, before going back to dancing in her seat to the music. “Sage?” Bonnie wrinkled her forehead, a bad feeling washing over her.

Sure enough, a moment later, Lynn’s door opened, a pair of black latex-gloved hands reaching in, yanking the smaller woman out. “Lynn!” Bonnie shouted, out of instinct, immediately clamping her own hand over her mouth, knowing, if the team decided to review the tapes from the recorder that had also been installed in her car with the projector, she’d be docked a few points from her performance review for using her partner’s real name.

She couldn’t worry about points now, however… She had to help her friend! She opened her own door, hopping out of the car, looking for Lynn, who was already nowhere to be found. Instead, she discovered a pair of identical women, looking quite stern, wearing elbow-length black gloves, and matching black aprons over white nurse’s uniforms. The aprons covered so much of the clothes, the only way she could tell for sure what they were was the hat perched on top of their heads.

“Hey!” she glared at them. “What did you do with…?!”

“It appears she was unaffected,” one of the nurses said. “Switching to plan B.” Her voice was strange, very measured and even. Bonnie wasn’t certain she’d call it robotic, exactly, unless it was a very advanced robot, which was possible. The other alternative was brainwashing. Either way, she didn’t expect to get out of this without a fight… And, after how long she’d been cooped up in the car, doing nothing, she was fine with that.

Lynn usually came up with their in-battle puns, since she typically had more time for that, while Bonnie was throwing and dodging punches. In the moment, the best Bonnie could come up with was, “How’s this for a plan B?” as she took aim at the closest nurse, her trademark red gloves streaking towards the woman’s face, like a comet preparing to crater into the surface of the moon.

She didn’t make impact, however. The nurse spun out of the way, reaching into the pocket of her apron, spinning out of the way. Bonnie felt the cool, night air against her hand, and, to her surprise, her glove fell off, sliced neatly in half, the nurse smiling as she slipped a pair of medical scissors back into her apron.

“Fine,” Bonnie shrugged. “Do you think I got my powers from that? Can’t wait to show you… Hey!”

Before she could even finish her threat, the other nurse appeared, clamping something shut around Bonnie’s bare wrist. Right away, Bonnie felt herself growing weaker, her strength sapping as her skin came in contact with her one weakness – Toprium. “H-Hey…” she shook her head groggily, reaching over with her other hand, grabbing at the pink cuff the nurse had locked around her wrist. “That’s cheating…”

The lock wasn’t that big, or heavy… She could probably still snap it in two, get the Toprium-lined cuff off her so she’d at least be strong enough to escape, and recover… If the nurses hadn’t grabbed her other hand, one pulling her glove up far enough for the other to slap on another cuff, taking her time to slide it the rest of the way down while Bonnie groaned, uselessly pawing at the first lock, giving it a squeeze despite the knowledge she didn’t have a chance of breaking it now.

“Let me… go…” she demanded, head spinning as the nurses led her into the building they’d been watching all night, to no avail. They’d stripped her, giving her only a big, puffy, pink diaper and a pacifier gag to silence her begging them to stop to wear, put cuffs around her ankles, too, then restrained her to this ridiculous rocking horse. If not for the Toprium, she could have smashed that thing with her pinkie… Now, she was trapped, rocking back and forth with every weak attempt to get away.

It was all right, she tried to tell herself. Lynn was going to think up a way to save her… That was what she did. But it had been so long, and her bladder was ready to burst, and she just couldn’t help trying to snap the pathetic chains they’d put on her, ones that would have been barely even a joke to her normally, while she waited, praying nothing had happened to her friend to keep her from showing up to undo all this.